[ Ichigo catches his initiative flawlessly, shifting away to undress and leaving him to do the same. As always with him, there's such a thing as too slow and even Byakuya's growing impatience can't quite keep up with his responses. Taking a deep breath, he takes off his night clothes and lies back down, getting absolutely no seconds to ponder anything at all before Ichigo's closing the distance and pushing up against him. He folds his arm around his side, pulling him in, though his mind has started circling itself, thoughts whirling as he tries to take in the multitudes of this situation; the distress that lead to it, the fact that Ichigo is naked and so is he, the prospects of what they're about to do -
Then, Ichigo licks his own hand quite vigorously and all he can think about is how hard his own cock is, the heat seemingly trapped between his legs. It aches in a lovely way and he'd like to focus on it, on the feel of it but there's simply... oh. Before his mind can slide back into the well of emotion currently threatening to drown out everything else, Ichigo reaches down and folds his fingers around his cock.
Briefly, he can do nothing but blink uselessly up at the ceiling, his hand tightening almost violently against Ichigo's hip. His other hand, he realises belatedly, is grasping the sheets so hard it's trembling. The sudden sense of friction feels stark, like a gust of wind on an icy winter's day. A small part of him wants to shy away from it whilst the rest...
He tries to breathe. Manages it, after two failed attempts. ]
It's - yes.
[ It is fine. But it's also a lot. He doesn't know how to properly describe it so instead of speaking words that won't be sensible in any case, he pulls Ichigo closer, pulls him down towards himself, not to kiss him but to hold him close, his arm curving over his shoulder harshly. Like this, he can press his forehead against his shoulder, mirroring what Ichigo did moments earlier when he'd woken from his nightmare and pressed in against him. He buys himself moments in the darkness behind his eyelids to catch up to his body, his hips jerking very slightly into Ichigo's grip entirely by their own accords.
The resultant slide around his length makes his next breath tumble out of his mouth. ]
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Then, Ichigo licks his own hand quite vigorously and all he can think about is how hard his own cock is, the heat seemingly trapped between his legs. It aches in a lovely way and he'd like to focus on it, on the feel of it but there's simply... oh. Before his mind can slide back into the well of emotion currently threatening to drown out everything else, Ichigo reaches down and folds his fingers around his cock.
Briefly, he can do nothing but blink uselessly up at the ceiling, his hand tightening almost violently against Ichigo's hip. His other hand, he realises belatedly, is grasping the sheets so hard it's trembling. The sudden sense of friction feels stark, like a gust of wind on an icy winter's day. A small part of him wants to shy away from it whilst the rest...
He tries to breathe. Manages it, after two failed attempts. ]
It's - yes.
[ It is fine. But it's also a lot. He doesn't know how to properly describe it so instead of speaking words that won't be sensible in any case, he pulls Ichigo closer, pulls him down towards himself, not to kiss him but to hold him close, his arm curving over his shoulder harshly. Like this, he can press his forehead against his shoulder, mirroring what Ichigo did moments earlier when he'd woken from his nightmare and pressed in against him. He buys himself moments in the darkness behind his eyelids to catch up to his body, his hips jerking very slightly into Ichigo's grip entirely by their own accords.
The resultant slide around his length makes his next breath tumble out of his mouth. ]